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Aug 2018
Through rain, sickness and more.
The lone usher will still be at the door.
Not that don't have many.

Some just appear to be a little busier.

Through snow, suffering and more.
You still will see this lone usher at the door.

A true servant of God sincere within her heart.

Only death probably could stop her.

Many, many respect her.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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